I need a favor.”I snorted. “What favor? You do remember that technically, we’re at war, right? Wizards versus vampires? Ring any bells?”“If you like, you can pretend that I’m employing subversive tactics as part of a fiendishly elaborate ruse meant to manipulate you,” Thomas said.“Good,” I said. “Cause if I went through all the trouble of starting a war and you didn’t want to participate, it would hurt my feelings .

Vanity, thy name is vampire.

So we get a plan," I said. "Any suggestions?""Blow up the building," Kincaid said without looking up. "That works good for vampires. Then soak what's left in gasoline. Set it on fire. Then blow it all up again.""For future reference, I was sort of hoping for a suggestion that didn't sound like it came from that Bolshevik Muppet with all the dynamite.

I sidestepped the vampire's rush, and drove my half of the former blasting rod down at its back, Buffy-like.Maybe it works better on television.